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masterlist!

[mason mount]

change your ticket

stay, stay, stay

christmas tree farm

tiktok

club lovin'

only angel

obvious

solace

night terrors

mr and mrs

horror movies

costumes

photograph

the chase

you're so lovely

blind date

tongue-tied

over and out

lip locked

cupid's chokehold

suit and tie

stay the night

everybody talks

just five more minutes

dating mason mount includes

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tempted to make a new tumblr and just start fresh 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

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Do you not write anymore? I miss your writings ❤️

i dont have much time anymore anon 😢 i try my hardest but im not the most active so i haven't posted in a LOOOONG time (also im not entirely sure people would wanna read my work anymore </3) but thank u for the compliment my love 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻🤍

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HI BESTIE BABYG RUBEN, MASON AND I SAY HI WE LOVE U SO MUCH 💕💓💞

i just pissed 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 I LOVE U I HOPE UR OKAY MY LOVE now answer my texts <33

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im going to start messaging you privately because i miss you so much 💖💖💓💗💗💖

omg bestie!!!! yes, lets do it 💞💓💘

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hope you've been taking care of yourself. i just want you to know that i love you🧚‍♂️

anon this has made me all 🥺🥺 i love u so much, and i hope you've been looking after yourself too

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YOURE BACK. HEY I LOVE YOU

HEY. I LOVE YOU TOO ANON. SO BLOODY MUCH

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🥺🥺🥺 BESTIE I LOVE U SO MUCH

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UR BACK HI I MISSED U

HIYA I MISSED U TOO!! SO MUCH

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hi 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

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I find your work a bit repetitive and boring sometime..... But most of your works I really enjoy 🙂

fair play bestie, thank you for being honest at least ....?🧍🏻‍♀️

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Why do you not post consistently anymore? (no hate I love your writings)

i know i know, i have a full time job that's super demanding outside of work hours so that takes up all my energy unfortunately 😢😢😢 i try to write as much as possible when i have the time and im super sorry for not posting as much as i used to bestie, thank you for being patient with me bubs 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼💓💘💞

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where do broken hearts go - mason mount

this is based very loosely on the song but i kinda like it mwah

mason passed the champagne flute from one hand to the other, wrapping his fingers delicately around the stem in fear of it shattering into shards before his very eyes. the mundane drones of guests drowned out the soft melody of a piano that lingered between the four walls of the hall, his lips pressing against the thin glass as he took timed sips of his drink every now and then. he tried to look interested in the chatter that surrounded him, narrowing his eyelids and nodding in all the right places; but boredom was starting to seep into his words as he stumbled over answers to questions he hadn’t listened to.

wandering eyes soon found what they were looking for, his gaze catching yours through the crowds of elegant ball-gowns and crisp suits. you hadn’t changed, the same soft face drenched in innocence as he studied you from afar. he knew your cheeks would be tainted with a deep red as you tried to divert your stare, eyebrows knitted together as he issued an excused apology before shuffling from the circle of equally disinterested people he’d been standing with for most of the evening.

it had been the first time seeing you since he walked away from the home he’d built within the corners of your heart, merely leaving you without a second glance. it had been for the best he convinced himself, that you were both going to hurt each other. but he missed you; the bitterness that hung heavy in the pit of his stomach sometimes became too unbearable as he tossed and turned during the winter nights. in the darkest abyss of his mind he knew he was being incredibly selfish, that he’d broken your heart to ensure that he was able to leave unscathed.

he didn’t have to say anything as you ducked your head, swallowing a dry lump that sat in the back of your throat. his forearm brushed against yours as he stood next to you, silence coating the tension between you both as he took another sip of his drink. you had both agreed to stay friends, your sobs evident as you wiped the back of your nose with your hand as mason promised that your friendship was still intact. you hadn’t seen him since; apart from the silhouette of him that sometimes appeared when your eyes were closed. in your dreams mason came home to you and for a split second every hardship that you had endured had meaning. but he didn’t come home.

"i didn't know you had an invite to this..." his words were shallow as he finally spoke, your chin turning towards him as you nodded hesitantly. you received one through the mistake that the host still thought you and mason were together, a couple invite shoved through your letterbox as you re-read the calligraphy of your name next to his. you had shoved it between a stack of letters that were hidden in the back of a kitchen drawer; forgetting about it until you'd had one too many glasses of wine one evening and decided to accept through glazed eyes.

"it's nice seeing you again." the corners of mason's lips tugged into a small smile but his eyes still seemed blank, treading cautiously around the words he said in hopes you didn't huff in annoyance and storm off. you had every right to do just that but you didn't, the sentence ringing in your ears as you mirrored his nervous gulps as people shimmied past with tight-lipped frowns.

"ditto." you response was just as dry as his, the metal of your ring clinking against the glass or your half-empty flute as you watched the crowds of people disperse throughout the decorated ballroom. rewind seven months ago and you'd be in mason's arms on the dance-floor, his arms tight around your waist as his eyes would be focused on you - fast forward to now, your pupils barely able to meet his and his touch no longer familiar.

he mumbled a quick i hope you're good to a few passing people, their hands slapping against the back of his palm as they shook hands firmly. your sight lingered on the curve of his knuckles, a metal band sitting on his finger as he pressed his lips together in anticipation. he hardly wore rings when you were together, occasionally slipping them on when you attended a black-tie event. you liked when he wore them; intertwining your fingers with his as you'd roll the metal against your thumb, your lips against his ear as you'd softly plead with him to wear them more often.

"we used to hate stuff like this, didn't we?" the past tense of his words stung, reopening the scars that you'd managed to bury inside of you. you nodded again, still not uttering a word as you let your thoughts drift to the one's that were certainly clouding mason's brain as well. you finished the last dribble of bubbly with a sigh as you settled against the wall, your bare spine rippling in goosebumps as you figured you were content with this moment right now.

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reminder to myself

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change your ticket - mason mount

this is all over the place and very very very short so im profusely apologising beforehand

sunlight drooled over mason’s bare torso, dipping beneath the lazily drawn covers that were sitting loosely on his hips. he had one arm hooked under the pillow, his cheek pressed against the feathered material with lips slightly parted as a few soft snores crept from the pit of his throat. his vulnerability emitted a slight twinge of pain in your chest as you stumbled over the puddles of discarded clothes; the ravenous movement of your hands from the night before tossing your shirts and bottoms without a second thought, the need that sat heavy in your stomach’s too persistent to ignore for another day.

“were you planning on leaving without a goodbye?” mason’s voice dragged you from the darkened memories last night, the mental images of your tangled bodies lingering thick in the corners of your mind. you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you slipped the creased material of your shirt over your shoulders, fighting the urge to lock eyes with him in fear that you’d end up between his arms again.

“i told you yesterday that i need to leave early-” your sentence was left unfinished as he rolled over against the mattress, the sheet slipping from the curve of his hip bones for a split second. a familiar rush of blood painted your cheeks as your pupils danced between the perfectly dishevelled appearance of mason and the hotel lamp that sat slightly askew; sleep lacing his vision as he ran an open hand over the scruff of his jaw, forefinger and thumb rolling the flesh of his lip as he studied you through thick eyelashes.

“i’ll pay for your new ticket,” he shrugged, catching your gaze momentarily before it dropped to the curve of your thighs that peeked beneath the flimsy cotton of your shirt, “come back to bed.”

it wasn’t a question but he looked at you for your answer, lips damp by the swipe of his tongue as he observed you mentally stutter over a response. you swallowed dryly, fingertips grazing the denim of your jeans that hung messily over your forearm; the unfamiliar ache to feel your lips against his once more becoming more and more obvious as you rocked from one foot to the other. you were going to be late, he knew that - but mason was greedy, selfishness driving his every action as he hoped you’d sense the tension that hung between the four walls of the hotel room.

his mouth againsts yours felt like a distant memory despite it being only a matter of hours since you last felt him on you, the burning trace of his fingers etched onto your skin as you sheepishly yanked the legs of your jeans over the places where his teeth had sunken into. he'd mumbled that you tasted as good as he imagined, his voice echoing in your ears as your head ducked in an attempt to hide the vermillion colour that had tainted the apples of your cheeks.

"you weren't this quiet last night," he cocked his head to the side, a smug smirk toying with the corners of his mouth as you finally dragged your eyes to his. he was basking in the thought of his name rolling from your tongue like it was the only words you remembered, so lost in the way your body hummed with nothing but pleasure; silently hoping that your thoughts were tangled up with similar ones. with a quick glance at his phone he pouted, "and hopefully you won't be this quiet tonight."

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ok ok ok i might try to get a themed weekend of imagines posted 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

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im really trying to get some imagines posted but my brain is going brrrrr